Ashes to ashes  dust to dust
 stainless steel gats
 never rust big till bust you could touch
 blessed wit the real side of life
 just enough
 you couldn't fight me wit your strongest mic
 layed down niggas eyes visualize bad reception
 maced your interference souped your upperbody section
 I travel like a 2 2 bullet
 throughout your body  repped to the fullest
 Queensbridge representin
 representin the hollow tip crew
 blue slips, seen ships, you talk shit I follow through
 once the kite is sent
 I might get bent, but still planted
 no second thoughts, cuz my conscience is demandin
 for the bloodshed(bloodshed) I leave that mug red(mug red)
 I'm like cancer cant catch me cuz I done spread(done spread)
 gone now dead, enough said from the scene I fled
 wit the paranoid thoughts runnin round my head
 It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
 what the fuck you sick I'll be right back
 wit the gat and temper end your motherfuckin era
 your shortie set you up you betta dead-her
 hunger for the cheddar big ends and better
 Armeretto sours alcohol consumption
 why you runnin we thumpin
 do to the fact the infamous is bumpin
 ice real son you frontin

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 It's like that war, project niggas strike back it's on
 what the fuck you sick, I'll be right back

 Prodigy
 right back to the fact that
 here take that, right back at you
 were goin at to
 already ran through
 wasn't hard to capture, what is it that your goin after
 the fourty-fifth will make your clothes damper
 put in the hamper
 the fabulous Infamous is movin stainless
 crime-tainin, to all my niggas hold your bangin
 live in action, if you weere dapped then relax then
 what the fuck you said? I be right back real maxin
 blastin, terrin up your Fila fashion
 give him what he askin feelin aint know what happened
 back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin
 spread team across plannin, expansion
 slap a nigga opened handly style something foul
 for tryin to slow down, my cash pile a hundred mile
 I can recall the days, juvenile crime pays
 14 years old, shorty from round way
 brick ass cold, still puffin night to day
 but why did my life have to be this way
 I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits
 my loot give recoup razors in my suit
 incase you try to troop me to the island
 I known for start whylin
 back in New York, my shortie's got the cash pilin
 peep this on some knowns and teef shit
 so much drama, who the fuck knows who we got beef wit
 lift you up off your feet like ski lift
 for packin big fifth
 niggas who riff but nigga you riff
 then Im on the next life gettin bent in the clouds
 on my way down souh for international crowds

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